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Lying beside the safety blanket of an open fire
You ask me why I am scared of the CD player.
A question no one dared to ask,
As if asking was like the warmth that
Would unravel me bare skinned
Limbs against floor boards
Revealing the things I hoard under
The loose fabric of a summer dress.

I confess to you them parts of me
You would never see unless you
Asked that single question.

I bite my lip, the tip of my tongue
Hoping it can charade its way out
Of these words, these words
I have been trying to drown,
to sink with sips of sauvignon blanc
Till I had dried the glass of myself clean, empty.

I bite my lip.

His eyes were like silver discs,
Scratched on the surface
Playing nothing but broken records
So no one could hear the fear inside my chest.
The melody of his muse would ring through my veins
so I shut my eyes,
Opened my thighs and I bit my lip
Drawing blood to my tastehah buds
To forget the thuds of his open palm
So no harm would come to me
If I forget to see, forget to breathe
Each night I would cry to the wake of the morning,
hoping tomorrow would never come.
For some, darkness is safer than light.

It wasn’t how they told me it would happen.
Slow, sober, a blur of moments
Woven together into a noose that would
Hang out my hope on the thread of a rope
And it wasn’t how they told me it would happen.
That I would go back to him when the darkness came.
That I would know it would always be the same
But I would never be the same again
He locked me in the closet for 6 hours,
Hands bound, mouth taped shut
And I never thought I would pray to stay locked away
I have never been so afraid
Waiting for the door to open to two discs
Reflecting the fear that was living in my heart.

I don’t know where to start.
Fear is an emotion that can scare you
to silence the secrets wrapped up in your lies
Beside the tears you keep in a jar for no one to see.
What is that bruise?
I fell in the shower.
Why are you bleeding?
Mother nature
Why are you not eating?
Im eating later
Why are you limping?
I am struggling to stand myself in the mirror
Can’t you see I am starving myself thinner and thinner
So please guess what is happening beneath this dress
My womb is ***** empty,
There is nothing left inside me to fill
Nothing left that is real
Can’t you see I am trying to **** myself before he does?

You ask me why I never told you.
I bite my lip-
This poem has been hidden beneath the
Smile I now wear, under my tongue
Within my lungs, inside my fingertips
That itch to write the truth
But I know if I say these words,
Unseal my lips, this story is real.
Tracing the lines he left on my body
I know he’s telling me to not pick up the pen
And that is exactly why I have picked up my pen.

I don’t want to condemn the people who ****,
Who try to escape the law
With threats to their victims
Hidden beneath words disguised as love
I don’t see myself as a victim anymore.
Him. He. That man. That boy.
He isn’t me.
I cannot blame myself for what happened.
You cannot blame yourself for what happened
Between closed doors, open alleys,
The bedroom in your own home
With your parents on the same floor.
People ask me why I am scarred
And I say these are not scars
These are my battle wounds
From a fight I thought I lost,
From a life I thought I tossed aside
From a time when I didn’t know if I was even alive anymore.
I didn’t survive, I am tired of being told
I am lucky to be alive to survive to be normal
The sad thing is, this is what is becoming normal
for too many women and men
and when are we going to make it stop?
Stop is a word so many know too well.

My ****** still lives in my bones.
He’s made it his home to roam,
To decorate and play the same song
Each night over and over and over.
I never invited him in.
I couldn’t escape my ****
But maybe it could have been prevented
If we teach our children what it means to have consented
That consent cannot be confused with silence
Why are children still not being taught
That ****** violence should never be silenced?
Instead of questioning what I was wearing
We need to start caring that 1 in 6 are sexually abused,
we have got used to a culture where we remove
a persons right to question whether this is normal.
This is not normal.
This is never normal.

When are we all going to stand up and say stop.
We need to stand up and say stop.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2q3IPH7SE0
I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All flowing in the same direction
And just floating along, is me

I've been wading in this water
Letting it carry me any way
Not caring about which direction
And never having any say

After wading all this time though
My legs started growing tired
So finally it was time to choose
Which direction I desired

But the problem with floating along
Was that I never became aware
I wasn't really a part of the waves
I was just sort of...there

What I wanted didn't matter
The waves still moved as one
Whether I moved with or against them
Didn't matter in the long run

Then I thought I better get out
And give myself some time to think
But I couldn't see the shore anymore
And with that, I started to sink

Now I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All still flowing in the same direction
But drowning in it, is me
"I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel all alone." Robin Williams <3
Wow, I am so honored that this was chosen for daily poem and that I have received so many friendly comments.
Thank you all for your friendly words and messages, and for your love and support. You have no idea how much it means to me. <3
 Sep 2014 Demonized Angels
irinia
my town
where wild flowers grow
between tram tracks.
there was a time when
it was hardly morning,
no bridge into daylight.

walls had ears,
neighbors had eyes
whispering behind the curtains
there was an emptiness in the guts
of the city
and poetry locked in the drawers,
Borges was read under the blankets
while Dostoievski was  a comforter:
demons were embedded.

yeah, people were clapping and smiling
watching the nub of history, numb
they had a life to live,
what can you say?

one day the radio
burst on in the streets
some were shivering in the attic
"we are free", they said
"we are free",
came the echo in trance

"shhhhh"! said others,
let us wipe the blood
don't disturb the sacrificed
so we can sleep
without dreams

it's Thursday in my town
streets are weary
and our souls are
slowly expanding
Thank you, Eliot, for this choice! I am glad that this poem was chosen for the Daily Poem because for me it is a reminder that people died for freedom and struggled against oppression in times when "Cruelty knits a snare,/And spreads his baits with care", as the poet says. (William Blake, The Human Abstract)
I was on my knees
I was crying out
But not a sound was heard
No one came to my rescue
They couldn't see-
See this agony
They couldn't know
They couldn't help.

*But then there was you.
 Sep 2014 Demonized Angels
Neath
The sun is blinding to the eyes when looked upon.
Untouched and Undisturbed
Burning with the spires of a million flames, reducing everything to ashes
yet
gives us the most beautiful days of our ongoing lives.
 Sep 2014 Demonized Angels
Neath
Back then I would've given you the world but now you better give me a ******* good reason why I should.
 Sep 2014 Demonized Angels
Neath
"She was brought unto me of her own volition
and
I was brought unto her of my own attrition."
 Sep 2014 Demonized Angels
Neath
She loves to lie, lie and lie.

It paints her different colors when she lies.

She lies in red, blue, yellow and all the other colors of the rainbow.

When she's angry she lies red.

When she's sad she lies blue

When she's happy she lies yellow.

but

when she's with me she lies white.
 Sep 2014 Demonized Angels
Neath
The door shuts closed in front of me.

She’s gone, her train arrives at 7:00PM

Her belongings are riddled throughout my room with crumpled shirts on my nightstand, loose bras on the head of my pillow and our promise ring down the drain

I promised her that we would always be together until the test of time finally reaches us, but that didn’t happen.

What caught up to us was my own shitiness.

She always had dreams of becoming a dancer, while I lay in my bed dreamless.

My life was over when I got that ****** job, but her life started when she was offered a chance to dance in this new upcoming theatre play that had something to do about a loveless lonely boy.

I couldn’t go with her to see the loveless lonely boy.

I had some big shot meeting at 6:47PM that I couldn’t miss or I would get my *** handed to me.

I sit on the edge of the bed isolated in the torrents of my mind.
My body cemented to the edge of the bed where we have made emotional love countless times.

Then suddenly my eyes widened and my mind enlightened

She loves me and I love her.

I break away from the edge of our bed, go fish out our promise ring with an unwoven steel coat hanger.

I don’t want to be like that loveless lonely boy in the theatre play.

I rush out the door and in my mind, I keep repeating
"I have to go get her."

I don’t care about that big shot meeting at 6:47PM; all I care about is her.

As I get to the train station at 6:58PM, she’s there standing with a briefcase that contains the memories of us.

She looks into my tearful eyes, and I look into her eyes.

My fingers twirling with the promise ring that kept us together for so long.
*"Until the test of time reaches us…"
Do it, because you may never have another chance.
 Sep 2014 Demonized Angels
Neath
"Why do I always fall in love with thieves who steal my heart and never leave me enough change to take the cab back home."
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